I had supper with Amish people yesterday. Amish people who, in spite of the fact that they look exactly like you'd expect Amish people to look like (the beards, the bonnets, the buttons), are better-traveled than I am. It's very surreal to speak with an Amish man, with his full beard, and have him tell stories about encountering people while he was on layovers at Minneapolis airport.
(Chris is so cute about them. He had so much fun talking with them at supper that, on our way back to our lodge, he kept saying, "I like Amish people. Amishamishamish." Even though he knows, theoretically, that this group is more of a fringe Amish group and is not the norm.)
(Yup, I'm still at camp. And it's been a good but crazy week, so much so that I'm still processing everything. I think I went into information overload yesterday and had to nap all afternoon. Chris, on the other hand, is acting more like a puppy than ever.)